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And then he closes the door and disappears.

Eden turns to face me again. Then she stands, straightens her shirt, and says, “Better reconsider your exit strategy. Because he didn’t look like a man humiliated.”

“No,” I growl. “He didn’t. What do you think he’s been doing all day?”

Eden laughs. “Probably reliving last night on repeat with his hands down his pants.”

“Eden!”

“What? You tied him up, smacked him with a paddle, dripped wax over his balls, and then threatened him with a cock cage! And he just hinted that he’s looking forward to more. So… I mean, what did you expect, Myrtle? He liked it! I don’t care who you are or how vanilla your sex life is, if Mistress Myrtle gives you the full treatment, you get off! How do you not understand this?”

I just look at her. Is it true? Did he like it that much? Is he making fun of me and my attempts to scare him into humiliation? “I didn’t give him the full treatment,” I say.

“Oh, my God. You’re gonna do it again tonight, aren’t you? That’s stupid! Because if I was making a Twitter campaign about this moment I’d call it #Fail.”

I glare at her, but Eden isn’t afraid of me. She might’ve been, once upon a time. And I used to make her uncomfortable in lots of ways, but not lately. It’s like she’s immune now.

Shit, is Pierce immune too?

Is everyone immune? Am I really just that weird woman who makes more than Josh Washburn now?

“You don’t double down when your plan doesn’t work, Myrtle. You reconsider. And I think that’s what you should do now. Reconsider. Everything. The leaving, the sex games, all of it. Because this is going to end badly. You’re not getting what you want and he is. How is that winning?”

Is he getting what he wants?

“Just tell him you miss your old job and you want it back. And then tell him you love him and can’t live without him—”

I laugh.

“—because both of those things are true and one day, you’re gonna realize that. Stop denying your feelings!”

“I don’t have feelings,” I snap.

“Everyone has feelings, Myrtle. You just bury yours deep for some reason.”

“Don’t psychoanalyze me. I know what I want and how to get it. And this is working. I just need to push on. Besides,” I say, standing up and straightening my jacket. “I promised him a test today at work and when I make a promise, I deliver. There is no way he’ll pass my test. And when he fails, and he will, I’m going to humiliate him in front of everyone and then… then I’ll have my satisfaction. Stick around, Eden. You’re about to see the mistress at work.”

She grabs my arm as I try to walk past her. “What are you going to do?”

I shrug her off. “I’m going to dirty-talk him until he’s rock hard and then I’m going to parade him in front of every one of his fiftieth-floor executives. Hell, I might take him downstairs and walk him past the underlings too.”

“Myrtle,” she hisses.

I reach into my pocket and pull out the cock cage to hold up as proof. “And then I’m going to take him into his office, strip him naked, force my chastity device over his dick, lock it up, put the key in an envelope addressed to him, and dismiss him for good. I’m going to tell him it’s over. All of it. I’m going to end this little game the winner and give him my notice. Then, after the Halloween party, I’m going to drop that key into a mailbox and forget about him. Forever.”

“Myrtle!” she hisses again. “That’s crazy! Just wait!”

But I’m already past her, pulling my office door open.

I’d like to see him try to have a romantic weekend with me when I’ve got his cock all bunched up inside a cage.

This is gonna be so much fun.

“Pierce,” I coo. “Oh, Pierce! Where are you?”

CHAPTER TWENTY - PIERCE

I sit in the throne in my office and try to look casual. Problem with thrones is that one can only appear so relaxed. I could throw my leg over the side, but then it’d just look like I was trying too hard. Also, it’d look like I’m trying to show my dick off. I don’t wanna show my dick off. Feels like that sends the wrong message.